Page 73 of His Unicorn Alpha
“Be patient,” Micah told him, “andlisten.” He turned back to Sergio. “Please continue.”
“Take, for example, your existence,” Sergio said, speaking directly to Micah. “Your parents came to me and pleaded for the magic —for me— to help them conceive and carry a child to term. They were pure, loving people and, through my connection to the magic, I knew I could assist them. However, please understand that I believed my entire contribution mystical by nature. I hadn’t realized that I…well.” His expression turned rueful. “I believe that was also fate at play.”
Micah snorted. “You didn’t think that —I can’t believe I’m going to say this— sleeping with my mother might have meant she conceived your kid and not her husband’s?”
Sergio shrugged. “As I said, the fertility of unicorns has been dwindling. I had no reason to assume…” he stopped and sighed,shaking his head. “Everything that occurred that night was consensual, and I believed the magic's insistence on my presence was to use me as a conduit and nothing more. I was obviously wrong. The magic tends to do as it wishes sometimes. It has its reasons. However, there is a different energy here in this place. I can feel it. And, to answer your question,” he turned his attention back to Eric, “I believe, if we locate the information about the spells, we could begin the process of isolating those with shielded alpha abilities and we could unbind them without the necessity of matings and bondings. However,” his gaze traveled around the entire table again, “that could change things for the omegas living in the proximity of unbound alphas.”
Eric was all ears again, leaning forward eagerly. “Change things how?”
“My personal theory is that once alphas become unleashed en masse, the magic will balance that out by restoring omegas’ reproductive cycles. Regular heats, even for unmated and unbonded omegas, were a common occurrence prior to alphas becoming extinct. Bear in mind it is just a theory, but it is a risk we run.”
“Ugh, I hate heats,” Day complained. “But imagine going through it without an alpha. Blergh.”
“We would need to find a way to mass produce the omega contraceptives, too,” Ollie added. Then he frowned. “Could betas get an omega in heat pregnant?”
“In the past? No,” Sergio shook his head, but then he gestured towards Lena and Brandi. “However, in the past, female alphas were unheard of."
"What about betas becoming alphas?" Micah asked him with a hint of challenge. "Because I lived my life as a beta. Ahorsebeta. It wasn't until I met Brandt that I changed."
Sergio's lips twitched. "As with the others, I suspect the magic was shielding your hidden alpha and true breed until such atime that it saw fit to unleash them." He held weathered hands at his sides with his palms up. "It's just a theory, but I believe the magic has changed things, presumably because times have changed. The world has changed. And magic is evolving to create true balance.”
As a man of science, I felt uncomfortable with all the talk of magic…however, I knew that, as a dragon mated to a unicorn, my unease really was unfounded.
“Then, yeah,” Ollie leaned forward and addressed Eric, “I’d say birth control is number one on the list before we go unlocking everyone’s alpha sides.”
“Well, that makes sense,” Sage cut in from where he and Dexter had been suspiciously silent, “but don’t we need to find the spells first anyway?”
Dexter cleared his throat. “I don’t think that will be an issue. All those journals I have been sending photos of?” Eric and I nodded. “They belong to the same collection in rural France. The owner is quite…possessive. However,” he smirked at Sergio, “maybe now that we have a magic wielder on hand, we can persuade the old man to…” he rolled his wrist in the air, “donatethem to our cause.”
Eric’s gaze darted between Sergio and Dexter, before he pulled out his phone. “Where in France? Let’s get you on the next flights over.”
Life became a whirlwind of looking after our babies, research, and manufacturing omega-specific birth control. Micah’s parents visited (to meet their grandchildren, and to provide emotional support for Micah as he dealt with the appearance of his biological father) and they were a great help with the girls. When they left, Micah and I knew we needed to hire a nanny after all.
Our relationship was still solid, but we hadn’t spent any time alone as a couple in months. I was horrified to realize that the last time we had exchanged more than a hurried hand job was the night I had gone into labor. However, three newborns truly did interrupt any and all opportunities to do more together, and Micah and I were both constantly exhausted.
That had to change.
After weeks of interviewing candidates from the town, we eventually agreed on Carson, a young man who had been living in the homestead known affectionately as Frat House. I had been surprised when Carson said he suspected he had a hidden alpha side. If anything, the petite twenty-seven-year-old human seemed much more likely to be an omega. However, he explained that he was born to shifter parents but, obviously, scented completely human from birth and had never once shifted.
His parents had never shunned him, but when they heard about Shifters Sanctuary and Beckett’s backstory, they encouraged him to come to us and try his luck.
Carson had been working at the town’s daycare part time and picking up odd jobs at the local farms. With childcare experience and a naturally sweet disposition, it made sense for Micah and I to hire him, and he seemed thrilled to move into our guest room and out of the communal lodgings.
“They really do act like a frat house,” he lamented with a sigh during his first night in our home. “They’re all nice guys, but…I guess I didn’t fit in there, either.”
“Well, please treat our home as your own,” I told him. “We do not expect you to take care of the girls overnight every night, only three out of seven nights a week. Enough to give us a chance to recharge. During the day, you won’t have to watch them often, either. However, your room and board is covered here, and you should socialize…date…settle in properly.”
And he did.
The first few nights leaving him in charge of the girls were treated as a trial run. Micah and I hovered, making sure Carson could handle them, but we needn’t have worried. He was sweet and efficient, and he seemed to enjoy taking care of our babies, who were no longer quite so tiny or fragile.
“We lucked out with him,” Micah said on Carson’s first official night on duty.
“We did,” I agreed.
It felt strange not to be tending to our daughters, to not be waiting with bated breath for the first wails during the night. The urge to leave our bedroom suite and assist him was fierce, but so was the desperate need to reconnect with my mate.
In fact, it was a need which had been building since early in the day, as though my brain had sent signals to my body, letting it know that tonight we were free and uninhibited.
